moths silenced the night,in the carnal latency of the factory’s detached light,cologne melted the moon in transom,her curls stripped strains of lunacy.in a blur of smoke of the night-flowering tobacco, moon- frolics budded, to invasive reeks of carbon,stoking the hum of the night shift, sighs of grass,brushing snakes, blushing naked shams,in shame-drenched marshes, of dripping desires, a chilly night’s silken claws splintered the limits;dreams of the unknown spoken by an owl, deep in the night, fainted in to heedless ears;madness grew fangs and wings to ascendto vaporous peaks,in a crescendo of a howling siren,ending the hum of machines.